Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.